I’m married to a brilliant man. Why do I say that, you ask? Well, today we joined other residents of Desert Trails RV Park in cleaning two miles of roadside and while LeRoy took pictures, he refrained from taking any of me from behind while I was bent over. 
Picking up litter along a Kansas highway is one thing. It’s quite another along an Arizona desert highway! We worked hard for every flattened aluminum can, every loose Wal-Mart bag and cigarette wrap. We, along with our teammates, picked up big bags of litter and made the road a better looking place.
Yesterday we got a rock chip on the Jeep windshield on the way home from church. If we were in Wichita, we’d call our friend Margaret and have her fix it. But we’re not in Wichita. Fortunately for us, the Desert Trails brochure has ads from people who provide services to RVers and one of them was a windshield repair business. By 4:30 this afternoon, we no longer had a nickel-sized chip. It’s amazing that a virtually invisible repair saved us having to pay for a new windshield. Now when my brilliant husband washes the windshield, as he does every time we fill up with gas, we’ll have a clear view of the road ahead.
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What a guy (Tom says) knowing just the right angle to take your wife’s picture. That must come from experience.